“Dagi?”
Sonata shuffled into the living room of her and her sisters’ shabby apartment, holding a fuzzy blanket tightly around her shoulders and rubbing her worn out nose.
Adagio turned around to face her youngest sister, taking in the sick girl’s disheveled appearance. Outside the wind howled and the three girls could barely afford rent, much less heating and AC. It was all they could do to keep the lights on, water running, and continue to put food on the table. It was no wonder Sonata had caught a cold.
“What is it?” she asked, lowering her voice so as to not wake the middle sibling, who hated being woken up once she had already gone to bed. As the clock ticked past eleven, it was strange to see Sonata up.
“I can’t sleep. It’s too cold,” the blue haired sirin said, her teeth chattering slightly as she pulled her blanket around herself tighter. She was wearing fleece pajama pants, a large fuzzy robe, and two pairs of socks and yet the cold still bit at her skin.
Adagio sighed. After a few seconds of watching Sonata shiver, she called her over.